... Or Happy whatever you celebrate!
From me, the Arthritic Bunny, and the rest of our clan!
Saturday, December 26, 2015
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
Its been a month since my last post, and I've been trying to settle into my new job. I don't know if you can tell from the photo, but I think I might be blending in nicely. And I'm feeling so much better. I mean, I'm still not going to Zumba or Fusion anytime soon, but improvement is improvement no matter how slowly it happens.
I really am amazed at how differently my mind and body feel being in a new environment.
Sunday, November 8, 2015
|You could try joining a fandom, too.|
This is complicated by the fact that my fatigue/pain/unpredictable invisible illness make me kind of flaky. Sometimes really flaky. Like, who actually looks at the forecast before making plans, because if a low pressure system comes in they won't feel like doing it? Well, some of us have to. Rain doesn't just mean switching to indoor activities for me, it means there's a chance I won't feel up to doing ANYTHING other than a no pants no dance party on top of my electric blanket. It is a very real part of my life.
That's really, really, really hard for people without endurance problems to understand. And I have found on many occasions there are people who initially think they can deal with the random bail outs, the preferred text sessions to hang outs, the annoyingly illness centered conversation. But a lot of those people, understandably so, can only handle so much. And then they start to fade away.
In my opinion, that shouldn't reflect on you. Don't get me wrong, whenever it happens to me I become a despondent loon because I'm just sure this is a sign that I am not really sick, otherwise, wouldn't people stay and be there for me? (There's also that snag of your personality also playing a part in whether people can't stand you. If that is why they start pulling away, I have no absolution for you. Don't be a dick.) But on the whole, you have to realize that what you consider normal ("They only had to draw 2 vials of blood today instead of 5!") is depressing and a downer for most other people. It saps their energy in a way that you probably have become blind to, because, like all the shirts at Hot Topic say, normal is relative.
I have no advise on how to fix this. You can limit how much you talk about your health with people, but then you don't really have a two way friendship, do you? I think the best I can tell you is to be guarded with yourself, don't take it personally if what you consider a discussion of your current day is too much like whining for someone.
And again, if you have the personality of a dick, then maybe check yo' self before you wreck yo' self.
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
|There is no problem so great that a little Supernatural|
can't fix it.
I gave you the sugar coated version of how it transpired that I started working full time again, and I think its time I was open about exactly how it went down. I explained it as not being "malicious" or "ultimatum-y", which was not entirely true. No, they were not malicious, but the exact words were "We have 2 open tech positions and 3 very qualified applicants all willing to work full time. We wanted to, of course, give you the opportunity to take on that full time position before offering it to them, because you are a valued member of our staff." That sounds an AWFUL lot like "either you go full time or someone else gets your job who will." I guess I've never looked up the actual definition of ultimatum, but it seems like that must fit the bill.
And the truth of my life is that since I went full time I have been kind of miserable. Actually, mostly miserable; Because I have such a shitty reaction to my meds, I have to take them when I won't have to work the next day. So if I'm working 5 days straight a week, and I have to give up 1 day to side effects then that means I only have 1 day to get all my shit done. So when does that leave for my body to recuperate?
Never. The answer to that question would be never. And that caught up to me. Don't get me wrong, I truly wish with all my heart that I could work full time. The paycheck is way better, and you don't realize how boring laying at home alone all day is until you've had to do it repeatedly. Although, on the upside, I have read like seven or eight books thanks to all of that exhaustion. But that great paycheck doesn't help to pay off the debt to my body.
So despite how much I love my office, my doctors, I had to make the difficult decision to put in my notice. Once I had an offer from an office that could give me part time, I went to the office manager and made it simple; They had been considering letting those of us who wanted to go part time actually do it, so I asked where they stood on that decision. He said he would have to get with the head tech and talk about it. So I sat down and calmly told him that I had an offer from another office who could accommodate me. He said he would talk to the tech that day and have an answer for me. That answer was, not surprisingly, a big old "enjoy the new digs!" (I mean, not literally. Obviously I've taken creative license with his words there. I don't for the life of me remember what exactly was said, but the end result was that they didn't want to keep me.)
It's kind of like a divorce; I still love the doctors, I wish it had worked out, but love doesn't always conquer all. And the truth is that I live with a degenerative disease, which means that over time it will only get worse, but I can influence how quickly that happens. So now I'm on to bigger and better things. I hope. It's so scary to try something new.
As a side note, one of the other girls who was given the letter about part time that I received was told she could go part time the day after I put in my notice. How quaint and not at all obvious.
Saturday, October 10, 2015
It really gets to you after a while, makes you worry about what the future means for you. Will it get better, will I eventually get back to living like everyone else? Or am I always going to find myself constantly having to change this or that or the other in order to accommodate the whiny needs of my body?
Saturday, July 25, 2015
Thank you so much to those who shared and tried to help us last week. Autumn was found and is safe as if Tuesday (sorry, I was out of town and didn't update you as quickly as I should have. I suck.)
The family appreciates everyone so much. Thank you again.
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Her name is Autumn Sky, but she prefers to be called Sky. She is 15 years old, about 5'7" and was last seen with blonde hair, but may have dyed it at this time. Attached is the Facebook page to help find her, which has information about last known whereabouts, possible accomplices, etc. We ask that you share the page, as a person can get pretty far in 48 hours and she is most likely trying to get out of our area.
PLEASE if you have ANY information post to the Facebook page and/or call your local authorities immediately. She is registered as a missing person nationwide.
Thank you for taking a moment to indulge this request.
Sunday, July 19, 2015
Everything is relative. Most people don't know the little joy of being able to underline something with a straight line if their hands don't shake. (And they will look at you with their judgey eyes if you squeal with happiness when it happens.)
So it is hard for people who don't deal with chronic pain, chronic illness, chronic "I want to, but I don't have the energy" to understand how warped my world is compared to theirs.
A while back I wrote an article about not being able to treat toe fungus because it would stress my body too much with my other medications. That was the first time I had ever been told "we can't treat this because you're sick" and it was a painful blow.
I think we all know in the back of our heads that there will come a day when our illnesses will interfere with daily life, medical care, or career. Yet, when that day comes, it is still like having someone say "what's in you're ear" and then cut it off to look inside instead of just leaning in. It hurts, its surprising, and it feels ridiculously unfair.
And now, folks, I find myself on a precipice in my career. If you've been a long time reader, you might remember that I was given the opportunity to work 4 days a week instead of 5 after I had an especially bad flare. It was such a blessing, and it drastically cut the amount of sick days I was using. But, as businesses do, our business has grown, and with that comes a need for more man power. Which means there is no longer room in the practice for "part time" or "less time" workers.
We had "the talk" last Friday, and I was wrecked. Do not misconstrue this, though, nothing was malicious or ultimatum-y or anything. But I was blind sided by it, and completely overwhelmed. I still felt like shit. My lab work came back abnormal last time and I had to go back for additional tests. I was exhausted all the time, I didn't even have the energy to shop. Like, not even for makeup. I don't have the energy to go to ULTA which means that something is seriously off.
My mind was a jumble. I felt awful, I'm not sleeping soundly. I usually take my methotrexate on Tuesday night, knowing that I can rest on Wednesday. I make all my appointments on Wednesday so I won't miss any more clinic. I had been planning to go back to school, to get prerequisites fulfilled for grad school. That certainly couldn't happen on the current course if I went back to 5 days a week. So much would have to change. And what if I got sick again? Then what would happen?
You all know me, though, and of course I'm going to try. You never know until you try, and who knows- maybe this is just a hurdle and not Mount Everest. Maybe jumping this hurdle will be the kick in the pants my body needs to get its shit together. Maybe it will make things better.
It's so easy to only see things in a negative light. But if I- if you, if any of us- give in to the temptation to do that, then it's a slippery slope to nothing but darkness. So I am choosing to think of this as an adventure.
Besides, people have climbed Mount Everest and survived, right?
So I'm going gluten free.
And I want you all to know, this is very hard for me. Everything in my house was whole wheat. Bread, chips, bagels, all of it. I was in LOVE with gluten. Yet, so much of the research, and so much of the personal testimony, shows that gluten can increase the amount of inflammation overall in the body and exacerbate the pain of RA, PA, OA, or whatever kind of A you have. It can also be an irritant to gastrointestinal problems like IBS or Chron's. So I did it, I ditched the whole wheat, whole grain everything and started looking for the labels with "Gluten Free!" on it.
Let's talk about the fact that anything with a "gluten free" or "organic" or any other health craze catch phrase has at least a $1.00 Zeitgeist tax on it.
I added it up one week and it would actually have been significantly cheaper to eat breakfast, lunch and dinner at McDonald's dollar menu for the entire 7 days than to pay for the entirely gluten free, trans fat free, no preservative, no additives from the Mars rover groceries I had purchased.
|I don't know if you're familiar with the Supernatural|
fandom, but we have a meme for everything.
So WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY are we dragging our asses on demanding that quality food be affordable on a living wage?? Have you noticed what products have the WIC stickers on them? I'll give you a hint, it isn't Dr. Praeger's spinach pancakes.
Whoa, that got political really quickly. That's ok, that's where I was headed anyway, I just got there a lot faster than I anticipated. And please realize that I understand WHY it is cheaper to buy shit than not. All of those factories pounding out our prepackaged, premade foods are getting bangin' sweetheart deals with the producers of the ultraprocessed wheat flour that barely resembles wheat in any way shape or form. So when they make something that is gluten free- read as: made with rice flour or corn flour- they lose that cheap supply and have to go somewhere else for their flour. That place doesn't get much business because the Super Wheat's have eaten up all the major business opportunities, which means they have to charge more per unit for their flour than SuperWheatCor or whoever it is making that fake flour is charging. That means that, in order to not cut the profit margin on the individual units of product being sold, the producing company has to hike the price to reflect the change in their cost of production.
But is it equivalent? Are they only hiking it by how much more the flour costs? Or are they taking this opportunity to slap that Zeitgeist tax on everything, knowing that half the people buying it have no choice (Celiacs patients, for instance) and a third of the rest don't know any better. The other 2 thirds of that remainder are like me and know its happening, don't like it, but prefer life withthout SuperWheatCor inside our cabinets.
OK let's take a step back from the political fire I just lit. Leave it over there, don't touch it kids. Let's instead focus on what I found physically after cutting out gluten.
I felt better.
Fuck me if I didn't want that to be the truth, but it is. At the suggestion of my nutritionisty friend I switched everything and- especially after seeing the price tag- I didn't want it to be as obvious a change as it was but... well, God is mean sometimes. And after a month of doing that we then had to deal with that heinous move, so of course the diet structure went out the window and I went back to shitty fast food, Stouffer's, and Eggo's. Can you guess what happened then? Very good, Dora, I felt like shit.
Now I'm kind of half on the wagon, half hanging off repeatedly hitting my head on the big rocks as they roll under. I've replaced a lot of things again with gluten free options, but I also have not been as strict on myself about eating out (most fast food places the only gluten free option is the one with no baked products involved. Salad. Salad is your option.)
So would I recommend it? Yes, if you can afford it. I think its at least worth a try. Like anything, it won't work the same for everyone. Some people have life changing differences in health, some people are like me and just feel better but not perfect, and some people notice no change and have a huge hole in their wallet to boot. But you can at least try it. Pick a month that won't be stressful for you, without moving across state lines, for instance, and just make the switch. You don't have to throw everything out, just put it all in one cabinet and don't touch it. Replace it with the gluten free alternative and see how it goes. If it is life changing, you can give away the other food at work or to a homeless shelter. (Unless its open. But I bet you could find a homeless person who would take it directly, open or not.)
It isn't for everyone. But if it is for you, isn't that so much simpler than having to take more ibuprofen/Tramadol/narcotics of any kind?
Tuesday, July 7, 2015
So why am I still awake? Why, its that refrain that I'm sure y'all are as sick of singing as I am: I'm hurting. Jesus Christ, when does this song end? I already tried the ibuprofen. The Tramadol. A xanax to make me sleepy. Finally an Ambien as a Hail Mary. Yet I'm sitting at my desk typing this message to you guys. When do I get an effing break???? Truly, this is maddening. At least this time I decided to be productive (in the relative sense of my life.) instead of laying there thinking "maybe just five more minutes. Maybe the eucalyptus lotions I slathered on to help the pain will relax me as well.
If nothing else, I'll look terrible tomorrow but smell FABULOUS!
Saturday, July 4, 2015
Super late #SelfieSaturday with the Harvester, just chillin after an Epsom bath to ease these aching bodies #MidWestWeather #FuckYouRA #TheFaceOfArthritis
Friday, July 3, 2015
#FlashBackFriday to when my poochy was an itty bitty baby terrified of his first experience with water! #fbf #CoonhoundsOfInstagram #BoxerCoonhoundMix #BoxersOfInstagram
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
Our #WomanCrushWednesday this week is Jennie Garth, best known for her roles in 90210 and a bunch of Lifetime movies that we promise we didn't cry over. Her daughter, Lola Ray was diagnosed with JRA and Jennie has been a stellar mom, exactly what any child needs when learning to grow up with these different challenges.
Sunday, June 28, 2015
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
Moving is exhausting. And you would think it would be over by now but it isn't. We still don't have all of our stuff out of our lousy old apartment. We still have more crap to get out of there, and then have to clean it. This is fucking never ending. And I'm sure you all can understand- whenever you get one load of stuff moved, it seems like what was left has been reproducing while you were gone and there's more than there was to start with.
And all of this shit is TERRIBLE on your body! Even the healthiest person on earth will be stressed, exhausted, and borderline miserable with moving. No one can deal with picking up endless boxes of junk and hauling it up and down stairs without their body getting a little pissed about it. (Imagine moving as "overtime" for your body- it complains just as much as everyone in your office does.) But if your body is already pissy, then there is a fabulous chance it will throw a temper tantrum once you start doing any of this crap. And it sucks, because you can't exactly STOP in the middle of a move. Most of the time you have to be out of a place by a certain date. We inevitably don't plan far enough in advance to be finished packing the night before the movers get there. This time we were lucky enough to have 2 weeks in both apartments; usually that isn't the case. How much does it suck when you have 3 days to move EVERYTHING??
And then there is the DIET when you're trying to move. You never feel like making food, it feels like ages to nuke anything that takes longer than a Hot Pocket. So we all eat fast food. We don't try to balance protein and carbs with the amount of calories. All we want is comfort and sustenance, whatever it comes from. So on top of our bodies being mad about the extra work, we're also depriving them of the real nutrients they need to survive. I mean, who needs, like, basic nutrition to function, right?
What about the poisons we call medicine around this joint? They can make you feel like a power cord discovered by a puppy- how are you supposed to pack and move with that shit coursing through your system?? I decided to skip a week of Enbrel in order to feel like a human for the move. But of course, without the drugs my body begins to revert back to its natural "why not attack myself" state. And then I end up feeling like shit anyway. (The next post is going to be about the simultaneous debacle that is still happening with the Enbrel, but we'll get there.)
What have y'all done to deal with the stress- mental and physical- of moving? Do you ever tread the line of skipping medications (which I should say, is probably a terrible idea and should never actually be done without talking to a doctor), or try to plan around the bad days? And do you experience the feeling of a mini flare during or afterwards, because I sure as hell do.
Saturday, May 23, 2015
Monday, April 27, 2015
|Life under construction|
... we're currently in the process of moving from one apartment to another (and not in New Jersey as previously expected, le sigh) and things have become a bit of a scramble around here.
But don't worry, I'm writing in my journal whenever I have a blog idea, I'll have plenty to write about whenever I have the chance to sit down at the computer.
So bear with me for a bit. And keep giving me ideas for what you want to hear about!
Monday, April 20, 2015
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
|You can tell that I'm not allowed to carry my phone at work.|
And that I was bad with choices in foods today.
|So theoretically, I am going to walk on Wednesday,|
and do Yoga on Thursday.
Everything in this app that deals with calories stresses that approximation is key. They are really trying to make you focus more on that pie chart (omg pie, yum) and less on the numbers on a scale or in a food index. I love this because, if you're eating healthy and the way you're supposed to, then the majority of people will end up at their ideal weight. And by ideal I of course mean "naturally ideal" not, "I want the scale to say 120 pounds before I get married or I'll die." This app is all about helping you fix your health, not your scale.
|Sleep As AnDroid|
Obviously it isn't 100% accurate. For instance, it doesn't register me as "awake" at any point during the night, only "light sleep". I even tried picking up the phone and carrying it with me to the bathroom, but it still only said "light sleep". I don't mind it because I can estimate which places I was awake for.
AccuWeather's Surface and Jet Stream Map
|Hell, I hate proving my meteorology professor right.|
The reigning theory on Arthritis-Patient-As-Barometer is that when the surface pressure is low there is less external force holding joint tissue in place, which means you may swell more or feel more discomfort because your joints are like teenagers who just got a driver's license. Along the same vein, a dramatic change in pressure can cause discomfort because the joint tissues can't acclimate quickly enough. So even if a high pressure system is moving in and you should feel better, if its moving quickly you might feel it until the front has passed.
Obviously this website won't fix anything for you, but you can at least be prepared. Also, predicting the weather and then proving to people you were right is a neat party trick.
Remember to send any suggestions to email@example.com to be featured in upcoming articles!
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
I've been using Evernote since I got my first smart phone. The app is just plain amazing. You can create lists, or text documents. You can take photos and store them in a document. What is truly awesome is that you can create tags for your stuff, so you can tag a photo of a drug bottle as "meds" and then when you're at a doctor's office, just pull up all of your documents tagged "meds" and there they are.
nders to be set like alarms to go off at a certain date or time. But with this app Google has integrated your GPS, meaning you can set reminders FOR A SPECIFIC PLACE. So if I keep forgetting make up remover when I go to Target, I can make myself a note when I remember (usually right when I get home) then set it to go off the next time I'm at Target. And lo and behold, the next time I walk into Target, my phone beeps at me with a message saying "Go get your make up remover, stupid!" (I'm not very nice to myself in these notes.) So if you're like me and seem to forget that you had a list for the grocery store, you can set a reminder and when you walk in- BAM, you won't forget any more. (Also handy is making a note for the time I get off work, so I'll remember to actually go to the store, bank, whatever.)
reminder to go off when you're supposed to take it, and you check off whether you took it or skipped it. Which is amazing if you sometimes can't remember if you already took your Lyrica or whatever. And it can be a lifesaver for those weekly meds that I often forget about until days later.
|Note the tabs for "Schedule", "Inventory", and "Contact".|
I can't even imagine how much better I would have been about taking my birth control in college with this thing.
Next time we'll look at some more health organization choices, as well as a couple of other random treats! In the mean time, do you have any suggestions for fellow readers? Submit them at firstname.lastname@example.org and I may feature them in the next post!
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
So it turns out my car's battery was only running at 1/3 its capacity. And that meant I got to drop some serious cash for a new one: now its back at full capacity.
Where can I go to get one of those for myself?
Thursday, March 26, 2015
|But no judge if this is your thing.|
The result of this mix up, however, was me not being on MTX for about 4 weeks. And trust me, I'm feeling it. Which is actually a good thing.
It acts as a reminder that my symptoms are real. Sometimes after a period of time on medication, with things moderately controlled, symptoms can dissolve into the back recesses of our mind. I, at least, can become paranoid and wonder if they were all in my head to begin with. What if I'm not sick? What if I was just whiny and didn't know how good I had it? Or what if it was just a short term thing, like maybe I just hurt myself? Everywhere...
No, any time I end up without medication for a while, all of those questions become clearly silly when I'm gulping down ibuprofen just to get out of bed. And you know what? Thank God. If it weren't for a rare reminder, I may go crazy wondering if I'm even more of a hypochondriac than I initially thought (I should never be working in the medical field. Hindsight is 20/20. I should know, I test vision all day.)
Do you ever stop your meds, or like in my case, find yourself between refills? Do you find some emotional relief in the justification for taking the medicine? Or do you have confidence in your diagnosis even when you're feeling good?
I think I was told for so many years that my symptoms were "in my head" that I can't help but still hear a little voice saying the same thing. I have a very strong suspicion that it is the "little green man" who sat on the edge of my cup when I was playing Circle of Death.
Monday, March 23, 2015
Its going to be a long night of storms moving in and pressure systems stalling on top of us.
Here's a punny joke to help pass the time.
Sometimes I feel like my fingers are no longer attached to me. Like, instead of giving orders via the nerves, the brain is calling them on their cell phone and the reception is shitty.
For my brain, making the bed is easy. You see the sheet sitting there. You reach out your hand and grasp the sheet. You position the corner of the sheet over the corner of the mattress. You walk to the next corner. You grasp the sheet, you stretch the sheet to the corner and secure it. Repeat as necessary for however many corners your bed might have (I don't know how to make a round bed.) But THEN you put MY hands in the equation and they turn into the equivalent of :
For me, that's the must frustrating part. I know HOW to make a bed. These same fingers (that's an assumption that there have been no alien abductions with transplants that I'm unaware of) used to make a bed just fine (my mother would tell you it was my mouth that used to be the problem.) Yet now it feels like trying to place a radioactive pin in someone's brain while wearing lead oven mitts.*
|* I should probably watch less|
Sunday, March 22, 2015
|The Dread Pirate Harrison|
This costs about the same as a regular movie ($9-$12 dollars here, I don't know if it varies from city to city), and is the only time I've gone to the movie theater since... the last Paranormal Activity came out. Whenever that was.
Movie theaters are kind of one of my least favorite places. A) there are often children there, which I generally try to avoid. B) I have to sit in a seat which was designed for the comfort of someone taller than me, for about 2 hours. By the second half of a movie my hips and knees are killing me, I have a crick in my neck from that stupid "head rest" (it does not reach my petite head. That's a lie, my head is not petite; I have an extremely jutting occipital shelf, which hurts when I press it against a headrest for long periods of time. It is a burden, truly. My life is so hard.)
This is why I am not a huge fan of paying more than $10 for a ticket to a new movie that I may or may not like, and sitting there for 2 hours desperately wishing I could pause the thing and walk around for like 5 minutes just to not want to punch someone in the face. (This is an even bigger problem if I have to sit next to strangers.)
|"A piece for Gretchen Wieners"|
That was it, I was hooked. Here was a theater that showed all my favorite movies, all the movies I quote on probably a regular basis, AND they serve alcohol at the same time. Did I mention they have a full kitchen? A DELICIOUS full kitchen. I highly recommend following the link I included and seeing if there is one in your area.
This is turning more into a rambling endorsement for the theater than it is a blog post*. Let me see if I can bring it back around. There are periods of our lives when our diseases and symptoms can make a social life hard. But this has given me a new way to enjoy life. And it is true what they say, the more you do the more you will feel like doing. I recently went to a museum and park here in town. I've lived here over a year and I'm just now seeing all the things there are to see. I truly credit the discovery of these cult classic showings (By the way, they also show Rocky Horror about once a month. No more waiting for Halloween!) with my being able to do simple things like just go to a park and lay in the grass. Or embarrassing my friend by forcing her to learn how to do bell claps in a public park in front of heavy traffic. (She did fabulously, I hope she's reading this.)
I'm not saying this theater is the answer for everyone who is having trouble getting out there even when they don't feel 100% (do I hear 30%, anyone?), but it was my answer. And that means there must be an answer out there for you too. I would never have guessed that there was a place out there where my ability to speak almost every line of a movie would be embraced. I would never have guessed that I would be there almost every week, and that I would find myself considering going out afterwards (I haven't yet, but I think I'm getting there.) So how do you find your thing? I don't know. Look at what you love in life, and then try googling that plus the city you live in. See what comes up. Maybe there's a weekly meeting for people who once loved making those weird square lanyards at camp while watching Disney movies and want to rekindle the love. If that's your thing, I don't know that it is, but I'm sure it's SOMEBODY'S thing.
To quote one more movie, which I totally think should be shown in the theater, "Baby steps, Bob." Find your first baby step.
|My Samoan Lawyer has advised me to|
*If the Alamo Drafthouse people are reading this and want to cut some sort of deal, I am totally game.
Friday, March 20, 2015
|Batten down the hatches, boys!|
Sunday, March 8, 2015
... The harder it is to get it up and into gear. But I've decided that #NothingTastesAsGoodAsNotBeingDiabeticFeels . It's my new motto: screw the "nothing tastes as good as skinny feels" bullshit. A lot of stuff tastes better than skinny feels. But nothing tastes as good as taking care of your body feels.
Don't take it the wrong way, diabetes is a legitimate problem and a lot of people don't have a choice in the matter. But I DO. And the people who have a choice should make the right choice; especially if they already have plenty of other things to take care of on their bodies.
I owe it to myself- we ALL owe it to ourselves- to put as little extra stress on our bodies as possible.
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
Had a great time last night at a Sing-A-Long for Moulin Rouge at the Alamo Draft House!
It's nice to do normal things now and then.
Saturday, January 10, 2015
|The Road so Far...|